Yesterday I decided to go off and play a little golf. Somehow, I had the most awesomest round of golf in my life. Luckily, Courtney came along and was there to document part of this now-legendary round of golf:
Really, I promise I’m not that guy who drags his wife to the golf course every weekend. But I might turn into that guy because today I played without her, like a mere mortal. Or maybe it was that I opted to walk 18 holes in the heat.
So now I have three new golf rules:
- No more walking 18 holes in June, July or August
- That’s no drainage ditch, its a sewage ditch
- Stop thinking
So there you go. My semi-annual post about golf!
